I breathed deeply to make it slow down.The blonde gigolo went to open the door. I could not see the entrance itself, but I heard a woman's voice — M...riam's, but higher, excited. And yes, she was naked when she walked into the room. Naked except for whorish black stockings, red garters and plastic platform heels — just as agreed upon. There was no hair on her mound, I saw. Her exposed, heavy tits bounced from the strutting — so did her reddish curls."Hi guys," she said, one finger between her. I gave Dustin a full body slam on the bed. He let out a shriek, and then started giggling. I plopped down on the bed, on my belly, and grabbed my pillow above my head with both arms. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the lower part of my back, and snuggled his head just under my pit. “You stink, Matthew” I simply replied, “Yep, go back to sleep” When I awoke again later that morning, our positions had reversed. Dustin now had his back to me, and I had him. He hadn't wanted a wife; he hadn't wanted a child to add to the lottery. The thought of the dragon usually took away any need for sex. Today, though, it was different. Anna's eyes shone; her color was haphazard. For the first few seconds, when he thrust, she winced. He stilled, holding himself inside her, and kissed her. Her response was so fierce, it was almost a bite. "I can stop if it hurts," he said, wondering if it was true. "No, Jack. Please." Only her protest could have deterred him. Her. The feeling of his hard shaft between my lips sent waves upon waves of delight through my body forcing my own clit to grow and demand to be released from its confinement. I very quickly debated and dismissed the idea of reaching between my legs and taking care of my own needs in favor for concentrating on pleasing the man I had in my mouth. I had wanted to be this sluttish bitch and slut for so long and now all I had to do was to let myself go and think only of him and his needs. I began.